"There is no want of inducements," Isabel answered; "but I am afraid I can't make engagements. I am quite in my aunt's hands."
"Ah, excuse me if I say I don't exactly believe that. I am pretty sure you can do whatever you want."
"I am sorry if I make that impression on you; I don't think it's a nice impression to make."
"It has the merit of permitting me to hope." And Lord Warburton paused a moment.
"To hope what?"
"That in future I may see you often."
"Ah," said Isabel, "to enjoy that pleasure, I needn't be so terribly emancipated."
"Doubtless not; and yet, at the same time, I don't think your uncle likes me."
"You are very much mistaken. I have heard him speak very highly of you."
"I am glad you have talked about me," said Lord Warburton. "But, all the same, I don't think he would like me to keep coming to Gardencourt."
"I can't answer for my uncle's tastes," the girl rejoined, "though I ought, as far as possible, to take them into account. But, for myself, I shall be very glad to see you."
"Now that's what I like to hear you say. I am charmed when you say that."
"You are easily charmed, my lord," said Isabel.
"No, I am not easily charmed!" And then he stopped a moment. "But you have charmed me, Miss Archer," he added.
These words were uttered with an indefinable sound which startled the girl; it struck her as the prelude to something
